.. I have to become a slut, don’t I?” his mother asked. She ran the shipping department where the young man worked. Recently, they sent out a Halo...to create their newest God, Henry Archer, and his lesson had inspired Ulrich to finally claim what he ached for.“Yes, you do,” Ulrich groaned, his cock so hard as he fished it out of his jeans. “And I’ll help you become one, Mom.”He exposed her rump, showing off her dark pantyhose clinging to the curves of her ass. Her cream-colored panties bled. Prakash left and I perhaps was the only male in the Farm House. I got up and thought of going for a bath in the pool. While I was removing my cloth, a girl around 26 came to my room and asked Sahib what you will take in lunch. I was in my underwear at that time; I take my towel round to me and asked about her. She told her name is Nitika and she is daughter of Prakash. She was a beautiful lady with good facial features, slim with a well developed breasts and buttocks. She was white and had. His answer was ‘how do I know it’s mine?’. I told him that he was the only one that I was having sex with and that when the child was born blood and DNA tests would show he was the father. He just bent over, opened his desk drawer and took out a check book. He looked straight at me and said how much is it going to cost me never to hear of this again. I couldn’t believe the words. The shock to my mind was tremendous. I ran from his office went to my dorm and didn’t leave my room for two days. I. You sit up, ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it into the corner. Pushing me back onto the floor you clumsily begin to rip my pants off. Your body is so full of passion that it is maddening how they will not come off! Hastily I begin to help until the pants to are discarded and there, standing fully erect is the one thing that can help sate your appetite. You clutch it with both hands as though it may slip away. Your loins are begging for it, but not yet. I made you mad with lust, now.